Truth be told, Mo Wan's strength wasn't much lesser than that of Zhou Fengping; unfortunately, the latter's proficiency in illusion skills was too great. He employed first-rate techniques from the Nether Demon Hall, and layering these skillfully, one never knew when they could be ensnared.
Due to Mo Wan being held hostage, Xiao Yujian and the rest were inevitably affected. With the three Earth Immortals from the Nether Demon Hall attacking, they found themselves cornered and at a disadvantage.
"It seems that to Junior Sister Yun, a Ghost Guard is worth far less than a rock, what a pity."
With a forceful grip by Zhou Fengping, a sound akin to a gasping wind drew from Mo Wan's mouth, always on the brink of being choked to death. At the same time, his right hand reached to seize her skull, his ferocious nature laid bare.
"Stop!"